Chapter 35: The Poison-Tongued Supreme's Critique, Qin Feng's Twitter Post

Chapter 35: The Sharp-Tongued Critic’s Review, Qin Feng’s Twitter Post

After finalizing the collaboration for the film "The Man from Earth," Qin Feng signed the contract with his company. From then on, everything was entrusted to Universal Pictures, and he trusted that Kennedy would arrange everything promptly. As for the premiere, since it was just a drama, Qin Feng was too lazy to bother with it. This kind of movie mainly relied on word of mouth and ratings. Online promotion was something he valued greatly.

For the next three days, he went to the art department daily to work with Kelly and the others on posters and promotional materials.

The movie poster featured a deep black background studded with countless stars. Below was the arc of half the Earth, mostly shrouded in darkness. A man stood at the center of the globe, gazing upward. A white light glowed around him. The poster included the film’s title and tagline.

The first trailer was also completed and swiftly released online. As soon as the trailer and poster appeared on movie websites, attentive netizens immediately noticed a line: “Qin Feng, assistant director and screenwriter of Jurassic Park, presents his latest work.”

“Wow—this movie’s director was the assistant director of Jurassic Park, which is still showing!”
“I know that director. He’s Chinese and super cool.”
“Director Qin Feng! My long-haired, handsome Asian guy, save me! He’s making a new movie? I want to watch it!”
“There isn’t much publicity for this film. It says it’s a drama and sci-fi, but whatever, let’s watch the trailer first…”

After watching the trailer:
“Uh… so mysterious! It seems like someone has lived for a very long time. I don’t quite understand it.”
“Don’t expect to grasp the whole plot from one trailer. Mystery aside, I want to see what the Jurassic assistant director can create on his own.”
“I just finished watching Jurassic Park. It was amazing! No matter what, I’m going to support this assistant director.”

Qin Feng hadn’t expected that riding on the heat of “Jurassic Park,” the promotion for his new movie would spread swiftly in such a short time.

Meanwhile, in a private office, professional film critic Deru Buji sat before his computer. His two white eyebrows framed a gloomy, persistent gaze and a stern expression. He was a representative of the old-school critics and a staunch defender of traditional cinema. He opposed sci-fi and fantasy films that relied heavily on special effects. He believed movies should return to their essence rather than rely on flashy effects to captivate audiences, which he thought would strip films of their true meaning.

Whenever a sci-fi-themed work appeared, he relentlessly gave it poor reviews. As a result, he had many followers—some who liked him, some who didn’t—but all called him “The Sharp-Tongued Supreme.”

Lately, he had been posting negative reviews of the Jurassic movie. Unfortunately for him, the film had too many die-hard fans who ignored his critiques. This only infuriated him further. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

“This is desecration of cinema!” he raged. “I cannot watch American audiences consume this visual garbage—it’s pure pollution! These movies are spiritual opium!”

Now, he discovered that the assistant director of Jurassic Park had made a new drama sci-fi film. After watching the trailer, he didn’t understand what it was about. Though it was a drama, which normally he wouldn’t criticize, he felt insulted intellectually. This made him even angrier, and on Twitter, he wrote:

“The assistant director of Jurassic Park? Coming out of that clumsy film, look at what he’s directing now!”
“A bunch of people sitting around chatting! They’re just chatting! Good heavens! I can hardly imagine what went wrong in his mind for him to make such a movie.”
“The protagonist lives for so long—does he think he’s Jesus? This director has lost his mind, unable to think logically. It’s pure fantasy, delusion, and self-indulgence!”
“Utterly absurd! This film is destined to be a joke. Maybe a long-forgotten DVD will be its final fate.”
“As a filmmaker, Qin Feng fails completely. He should focus on improving his craft instead of making such things to seek attention!”
“On the bright side, at least he didn’t make a big-budget special effects movie. Maybe there’s still hope for him!”

Deru Buji’s opinions stirred a huge controversy. Some agreed with him, while others argued that since the movie hadn’t even been released, it was wrong to make such harsh judgments.

Qin Feng noticed the tweet. Deru Buji, huh? What nonsense is he spouting? He decided to ignore him. People like that were just old stubborn fools. The more attention you give them, the louder they shout online. Let the box office speak for itself.

Qin Feng smiled calmly and posted under his own Twitter:

“I am the assistant director and screenwriter of Jurassic Park. My new drama sci-fi film, ‘The Man from Earth,’ will soon be released. Please stay tuned—I promise it won’t disappoint!”

He attached the movie poster. Although his followers were few, riding on Jurassic Park’s popularity, attention quickly surged. Before long, his followers increased by several thousand.

“Ha! Director, finally found you! Didn’t expect you’d be here!”
“Don’t listen to that Deru Buji. Jurassic Park was fantastic. Hope you write a sequel soon—right now!”
“Is this the new movie? I’m definitely going to watch it when it comes out.”
“Enough about the movie—director, please post some selfies! Let us see!”

Qin Feng: ╮(╯▽╰)╭

One week later, Universal Pictures completed all arrangements. Qin Feng’s film finally premiered early in North America. This created a phenomenon: alongside Jurassic Park, there were now two sci-fi films of different styles, both produced by Universal and featuring Qin Feng.

Audiences across North America flocked to theaters.

On the night of the premiere, Qin Feng invited David Smith and other actors to watch the movie together. Except for Scarlett, who was in New York, everyone was present. Before the film began, they sat happily in the back row of the theater.

Qin Feng smiled and said, “After the movie, I’ll treat everyone to a late-night snack.”

Linda held up a cola. “Awesome, director! It’s just a pity Scarlett isn’t here; otherwise, we’d all be together.”

David Smith said, “Director, I saw Jurassic Park a few days ago. Oh my God, it was absolutely stunning!”

Dan added, “I heard about it but haven’t watched it yet. It’s really popular lately. Qin, you seem to have a fondness for sci-fi films?”

Qin Feng replied, “Yes, Mr. Dan, I personally enjoy sci-fi.”

Art interjected, “Alright, alright, stop talking—the movie’s starting now!”

(End of Chapter)